I'Ve Often Thought Of How My Old Man Died Comments

This is a poem of many layers - cancer, star (the crab) - the folding of the clothes, snow. I've read it several times now. I'm only posting a comment to say: I admired it. It hit me a little too painfully to comment the other times I read it. Beautiful.

Sad poem, but well written. Good lines in it, too. I can feel for the father, mother and the child in this. Take care. Sincerely, Connie Webb